Page 42 of His Stolen Omega

He was tugging his tie free from around his neck when he finally made it to his bedroom, shoving the door open with enough force it clattered against the wall.

That’s where he found the omega.

Rolling around his bed.

In a pile that had to contain every piece of clothing he owned.

Levi resisted the urge to check the walk-in closet, already knowing whatever he found there would send him off the deep end. Instead, he took a single step into the room, and then unleashed his pheromones in a way he never had before. He didn’t target them into anything, merely unlatched the invisible well within himself and let it all loose.

The result was instantaneous.

The omega’s head popped up out of the pile, almost comically, and then he scrambled off the bed, tripping and landing heavily on his knees. It didn’t deter him however, he was up and shooting forward again in a matter of seconds.

Even watching, Levi was unprepared for how the younger man launched himself at him. He slammed into his chest hard enough they both stumbled, Levi’s back hitting the wall in the hallway. Strong arms banded around his waist, clinging to him, and then the omega’s nose was everywhere, sniffing his chest, the hollow of his throat, hell, even his armpits.

“Enough.” Levi struggled to shove him off, growling when his verbal command wasn’t enough.

The omega whimpered and pulled back a little, but didn’t release him.

Levi captured his head in both hands, noted the blown pupils, and confirmed he was partially feral. Not all the way though, because if he had been, he most likely would have killed everyone downstairs instead of just hurt them enough they left him alone.

Under his scrutiny, the omega grew bold again, moving closer to rub against him, like a cat. It wasn’t sexual, he wasn’t in heat, which only helped make the message clearer.

“Are you pleased to see me, omega?” Levi grinned wickedly, showing teeth, unable to contain the anger he was feeling. “I’m not pleased to see you. Where you don’t belong. Do you know how disorderly you’ve made everything?” He motioned over the omega’s shoulder, to the room. “Put all of that back where you found it.”

The omega hissed at him.

Levi’s fury roared, and he spun them, slamming the omega against the wall, hand around his throat. He growled and squeezed, but instead of being frightened and cowed like he should have in the face of a furious dominant alpha, the omega only grew more ferocious himself.

The soft look he’d held for Levi only seconds before vanished, his pheromones turned aggressive, and he lashed out at Levi both with them and his claws.

A reminder that ice often worked better than fire.

A different approach then.

Levi switched to soothing pheromones, urging the omega to calm once more. His fingers loosened, and he pressed in close, using his body to keep him pinned instead of his hand. He purred, not something he often did, the low rumble vibrating up his chest, a function meant to appease and comfort a mate.

It did the trick. The omega went lax. The corners of his mouth even twitched upward in a dopy, ridiculous smile.

“The nest can stay,” Levi announced, waiting for the omega to meet his gaze, certain that he was back to having his full attention. “But you’re coming with me. No more tantrums, or I will make you behave, is that understood?”

The omega proved he wasn’t too far gone to formulate thought and understand words when he nodded.

“Good.” Levi stepped back, holding out his hand when the omega whined at the lack of contact. As soon as he’d taken it, he led them away from the bedroom, back to the stairs, and down to the main level. As they moved, he used his own pheromones to quell the omega’s. The mixture of two dominants wouldn’t be much better, but it would help with the pain everyone else was feeling at least.

“Out,” he ordered people as they passed, not bothering to wait and see them scramble desperately to their feet and make a wobbly attempt at a run for the exits.

They poured out of the main house, spotted dashing across the lawn from some windows, until the only ones left in the whole place were Levi and the synthetic.

He brought them to the kitchen, pulled out one of the chairs and shoved the omega into it. “Stay.”

The omega didn’t listen, rising the moment Levi took a step toward the fridge, settling back down only when Levi gave a warning glare and bathed him in soothing pheromones.

It appeared as though the cooking staff had been in the middle of preparing lunch when the chaos had erupted, so Levi was left with a bowl of fruit. He grabbed it, carrying it over to the table before setting it down in front of the omega.

Frost grapes tasted more like candy than anything, with a crunchy exterior and a soft, fleshy interior. There wasn’t a ton of nutritional value, but it would help hydrate at least. Levi plucked the biggest berry from the stem and then brought it to the omega’s lips, glaring at him again when the omega didn’t immediately accept it.

The omega opened his mouth, allowing the fruit to be deposited on his tongue, and then chewed. He brightened some, spine straightening, eyes alighting.